I had a meltdown over the fishing gear, picnic supplies and a crate of apples holding down the lid of the washer when I needed to do laundry.
I'm the designated early riser in our partnership. Usually I have 90 minutes of puppy search and destroy prevention, while desperately fitting in slug hunting, garden watering and kitchen organising, before my better half staggers down the stairs. This morning he made a super human effort to join me on the early morning shift. Much appreciated even if shortly he was asleep on the sofa. I've never tried this method of puppy supervision.
Knock me over with a feather (or dog hair)! The little darlings went into Greyfriars Bobby mode and kept vigil on either side.
What is it about men they can get away with this kind of stuff?
The bear picked as high as he could reach from the ground and left the rest of the apples for us. We got off lightly as next door he, or another bigger and smarter bear, climbed a tree and the weight snapped the crown from the trunk.
|three cords of wood waiting to stacked in the shed|